HP Magic Biography

"You mean, Sirius was really wronged? And the murderer who framed the Potter family was the rat in Ron's hands?" Hermione asked in a low voice, as they rode the night horse from Hogg in the afternoon. Maude returned to Hogwarts.

Until now, Hermione still felt that these things were a little unreliable, although she said that she would always believe in Fanlin... But, after all, it was Sirius Black, a person who escaped from Azkaban.

"I'm afraid, this is Hermione." Fanlin nodded. He and Hermione were leaning on the sofa in the public lounge. Fanlin blocked the sound of this small area with a magic wand. He wanted to make sure that he would not Someone heard their conversation.

"It's really..." Hermione frowned. Girls always like this when they encounter things.

"It's incredible, right!" Fanlin said.

"Yes..." Hermione nodded, and the girl pondered a little, "Perhaps we should tell Dumbledore that he must have something to do...you can directly notify the Ministry of Magic."

"No, Hermione..." Fanlin shook his head. "You don't know the style of the people at the Ministry of Magic. They don't study these things in depth. They only need to solve everyone's tendency to speak, and According to their performance, the Ministry of Magic still has a strong sense of fear for Death Eaters, or, Voldemort..."

"Ah..." Hermione exclaimed. Since knowing that Voldemort was still alive, Hermione cared very much. She didn't like to let Van Lin say that person's name.

There are always people who say that Voldemort has cursed his name, and all those who call him by his name will be cursed, so that Voldemort feels the person who calls him.

"Hermione..." Fanlin said sternly, he pressed Hermione's hand with his hand, "We have to face him, this is inevitable, we are Harry's friends, this is our responsibility!"

"Okay... okay..." the girl replied, but she was reluctant to look at Hermione.

Fanlin looked at the girl quietly. The girl's worried expression was very cute, but Fanlin didn't want girls to always be like this.

Without knowing where the courage came from, Fanlin gently lifted one of his left hands, and a light blue halo appeared on his fingertips again.

Fan Lin gently tapped his finger on Hermione's forehead, and he gently rubbed it, as if to completely dissolve the girl's sorrow.

Hermione seemed to be frightened. The girl looked at Fanlin blankly. She didn't expect Fanlin to be so bold. This is the Gryffindor public lounge. Even if there is no one here, Fanlin’s move is undoubtedly She feels shy.

Hermione could clearly feel that her face was feverish, she looked red, but the gentleness and coolness from Fanlin's fingertips was like the most wonderful candy, which made Hermione reluctant to leave.

Fanlin looked at Hermione intently, his hand slid all the way from Hermione's eyebrows, across the bridge of the girl's tall nose, his hand slid to one side, and finally stayed on Hermione's face.

The flame in the fireplace had not been extinguished, and the two of them blushed, and the temperature seemed to keep rising.

I don't know why, Fanlin suddenly thought of the teahouse, with pink tones, lace decorations, small enclosed spaces, and heart-shaped decorations on the tables.

Fanlin had never been there before, but at this moment Fanlin felt very longing for the tacky but atmospheric cabin.

Hermione didn’t dodge either. She seemed to be petrified. The two of them were about the same height, but Hermione didn’t dare to move her eyes upward at all. Fanlin’s eyes were very charming, but Hermione had the courage to even take a look. No.

Suddenly, Hermione noticed that Fanlin's body was moving forward slightly. He seemed to be leaning over, but with his face, Hermione could clearly see the boy's body tilt.

Fanlin moved very slowly. It seemed that the rational one was fighting against his instinct. However, a large part of the rationality also seemed to fall to the instinct, as if he was going to accomplish what was not done in Duke Honey. He wanted to kiss Hermione. Just a little bit.

Hermione's body trembled a little, of course she knew what Fanlin wanted to do, she wanted to avoid it rationally, but her body seemed to be frozen, and could do nothing but trembled.

Hermione was almost caught in a battle between heaven and human, pushing him away...oh...no...just got up and left?

But when Hermione clearly felt the boy's breathing, her brain suddenly went blank.

Fanlin's breathing was very heavy, he had never breathed so hard, at least this was the first time Hermione had seen it.

Hermione closed her eyes instinctively. She couldn't think of anything. There was nothing left in her mind except the sound of breathing.

Her face was getting hotter and hotter, the air that Fanlin was blowing seemed to be like flames, and Hermione felt that her face was about to smoke.

Suddenly, the tip of her nose touched something lightly, and her body was shaking more severely. Hermione had no idea where to place her hand, so she had to squeeze her hand into a fist, as if so. Can bring her some unfounded confidence.

Suddenly, a warm and moist thing was close to her lips, even if it was just touched lightly, like a dragonfly, this also caused the girl's mind to instantly expand, and the whole thought seemed to burst.

"Boom..."

A sound from an unknown source immediately stunned the two people sitting on the sofa. Even though the sound was not loud, it was enough to make them ordinary frightened cats.

Hermione almost jumped up, Fan Lin could clearly feel her lips being hit hard by Hermione, and then a **** smell mixed with the burning sensation on her lips immediately made Fan Lin sober.

His lips were cracked~www.wuxiaspot.com~ Hermione almost called out just now, the girl opened her mouth, and her body flicked upward like a spring, and then Fan Lin put Hermione on her lips very sadly the teeth of.

But no one paid any attention to this. They were like two frightened little beasts. Their bodies that were close together quickly bounced away on the sofa. To be precise, Fanlin was pushed hard by Hermione.

Then the girl's movements became extremely rapid. She stretched out a hand and quickly pulled out a book of unknown name from Fanlin's pocket, and then quickly opened it on the table.

Hermione was about to bury her entire face in the book, and Fanlin saw Hermione's ears turn red, and it was the same when he wanted to come.

"Don't look at me..." The girl's voice was as thin as a mosquito, and Fanlin could hardly hear it.

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